Theresa McDowell
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2004
- Messages
- 5
I saw some people on the boards talking about food and cross contamination. Like beef broth in vegetarian soup or meat with the dairy...well I decided it's been long enough and that it was time to tell my "Cross contamination story." They say the truth will set me free.
Well lets start by saying.. I'm not trying to slam the DCL waiters because as far as I'm concerned they all desrve a medal but I was almost killed by cross contamination. I'm allergic to shellfish and mollusks. Anything with a hard exterior really scares the heck out of me, however I can eat fish. So on the final night of my cruise I ordered the sea bass. I thought I would be okay because I had spoken with the waiter about the issue and its seriousness before but apparently it slipped his mind. Now, I had ordered the fish in Palo's the night before and the waitress took care to make sure I was okay, so imagine my surprise when after enjoying my sea bass my throat started to close and my airway began to constrict at a rapid pace. There I was enjoying my blue marina cosmo type drink, trying to swallow, trying to breathe and suddenly the lights are dim. I'm signaling to my husband that there is a problem but it is hard to get his attention because now the wait staff is singing and to add hysteria to the situation, now people have begun the "Baked Alaska Extravaganza". So there I am, last night of my honeymoon, struggling to breathe, trying not to freak out, trying to flag down a waiter who is too busy clapping and singing too notice the scene, Baked alaska's are a'goin up in flames all around me and I have to run upstairs to the gift shop where the nicest french man made small talk with me while I'm just trying to chug a bottle of benadryll to halt the swelling in my trachea. Well...long story short (yes I know, too late) I downed a bottle of benadryll and still had to report to the ship Dr. for an I.V. and a steroid injection. And, to add insult to injury, I could not partake in the two-for-one tropical drinks at the promenade lounge...bummer! Well...here's the lesson....you can never remind people enough of what you CANNOT eat..never. If I feel bad about bothering the waiter to tell him again that I cant eat shellfish, that if I do I'll die, I just think about how bad I'm gonna feel when I start to gasp for dear life. Yea, not a pretty picture...well, thats my story...thanks for listening.
P.S. Going on cruise #4 in a couple days..only this time I think I might wear a sign. Yet through it all, I've tried not lose my sense of humor.
Well lets start by saying.. I'm not trying to slam the DCL waiters because as far as I'm concerned they all desrve a medal but I was almost killed by cross contamination. I'm allergic to shellfish and mollusks. Anything with a hard exterior really scares the heck out of me, however I can eat fish. So on the final night of my cruise I ordered the sea bass. I thought I would be okay because I had spoken with the waiter about the issue and its seriousness before but apparently it slipped his mind. Now, I had ordered the fish in Palo's the night before and the waitress took care to make sure I was okay, so imagine my surprise when after enjoying my sea bass my throat started to close and my airway began to constrict at a rapid pace. There I was enjoying my blue marina cosmo type drink, trying to swallow, trying to breathe and suddenly the lights are dim. I'm signaling to my husband that there is a problem but it is hard to get his attention because now the wait staff is singing and to add hysteria to the situation, now people have begun the "Baked Alaska Extravaganza". So there I am, last night of my honeymoon, struggling to breathe, trying not to freak out, trying to flag down a waiter who is too busy clapping and singing too notice the scene, Baked alaska's are a'goin up in flames all around me and I have to run upstairs to the gift shop where the nicest french man made small talk with me while I'm just trying to chug a bottle of benadryll to halt the swelling in my trachea. Well...long story short (yes I know, too late) I downed a bottle of benadryll and still had to report to the ship Dr. for an I.V. and a steroid injection. And, to add insult to injury, I could not partake in the two-for-one tropical drinks at the promenade lounge...bummer! Well...here's the lesson....you can never remind people enough of what you CANNOT eat..never. If I feel bad about bothering the waiter to tell him again that I cant eat shellfish, that if I do I'll die, I just think about how bad I'm gonna feel when I start to gasp for dear life. Yea, not a pretty picture...well, thats my story...thanks for listening.
P.S. Going on cruise #4 in a couple days..only this time I think I might wear a sign. Yet through it all, I've tried not lose my sense of humor.




